I remember that when I read it, I just loved it. Looking back, I think I was was at the age of powerful impressions, but this isn't really fair to Segal's Love Story. No, I also remember the fluent writing style, the story tells itself, mundane, simple, with the deja-vu of its deep humanism. And I remember its feeling.

I think this book is a recommended read for anyone wanting to just let themselves go for a few hours, let critical spirit aside, it won't be hard, and feel its rhythm. It's very short, a fragment of college life in the seventies. And a boy who meets girl, and loses girl.